Before she knew what was happening, it became regular enough for her to puke out her dinner. Almost every night after dinner, she'd go up to her room and lock herself in her bathroom. She'd stare down at the toilet, hating herself so much for what she was about to do but unable to stop herself. She hated herself more for not wanting to stop.

The second time had become a third and the third had become a fourth. She'd lost count now. She didn't know if she should be disgusted or proud.

It's only dinner she had consoled herself. I don't do it during the day. It'll be fine.

She wanted to laugh at her thoughts now, while staring at the toilet bowl during the day.

It looked so different in the light. It was almost too bright for her to be doing something as disgusting as this. She almost wants to laugh. Since when had the sunlight become a weight on her? She was such a failure.

For a moment, her parent's faces flashed in her mind but she immediately pushed them away. They'd be so disappointed by her if they saw her. She listened intently for the sound of her door opening. She couldn't let them see her like this.

It's okay, she thought. This will be the last time I do it during the day. It'll be alright. I'll be alright.

She knew she wasn't, but that was okay. It's just her who's in danger, right?

Just her.